Be Truthful, Say What You Mean And

I Was Always Torn Between Wanting Whatever I Pictured As A Typical High School Experience And That Being Just A Part I Wanted To Play. I've Written About This, But One Of Those Typical High School Experiences Was Drill Team. Like, I Just Really Wanted To Wear A Uniform And Get On The Bus And Be Part Of This Group. As An Only Child, The Idea Of Blending In - And Literally Everyone Being In Sync And Not Standing Out At All - Felt Like Kind Of A Fun Family Thing.

If You Do Have Something You Love To Do, The Fun Part Of The Job Is No Different Than What Was Fun About Doing It In High School For No Money. I Thought There Would Be Some Greater Reward In Succeeding.

I Didn't Grow Up Identifying With Beauty. I Grew Up Thinking I Could Be Smart And Funny - Those Are The Things I Got Feedback On.

Over And Over In The Play My Character Says, "i'm Thirty-two Years Old," As If That Should Explain Everything That's Wrong In Her Life. I Don't Know What It's Like To Be Thirty-two, But I Can Imagine. I Imagine She Means She's Stuck In An In-between Time, She's At An Age That Isn't A Milestone But More Of A No-man's-land, An Age Where She's Feeling Like Her Hopes Are Fading.

My Mother Had Lived In London Since I Was Little, So She Never Got To See My School Plays And Stuff.